Aeon's eyebrow rose, and she took a few steps forward. The man behind the counter came back with a box of cartridges and muttered something about the silver content in the bullets.
Aeon wondered if this woman knew Dean. Silver bullets were his territory. And while she was here, she should see if there was anything that fit the Colt. Magic or not, that thing put serious fear into a lot of things Aeon didn't like. Even if it was firing normal rounds, it was worth the reaction it got.
"Silver shot," she said. She nodded, and tilted her head to one side, looking at one of the guns the woman had on her. Firestar. Small. No doubt chosen because the woman herself was small. Small hands had trouble with big guns.
She raised her eyes to the woman's face. She was pretty, and there was something back behind her eyes that was a little scary. Aeon didn't know whether to befriend her or shoot her.
"For which gun, or both of them?"
Let her tell her to butt out. Carnage was a good time.